Category: Humor

There was no post yesterday because I was busy partying. It is, after all, Memorial Day weekend. You're lucky I managed to wake myself long enough to write this post.

Let's just say, when you've been drinking all night, doing shot after shot after shot, wondering why you still feel okay, it's not because your tolerance level has gone up, it is but a delayed reaction and it will come back and get you the next day. When the party is winding down and the idea of doing one last shot comes up, just say "no". Do not take that shot and do not encourage others to take a shot with you. I'm not one to get hangovers, but Jesus I've got one right now. Oh it's bad. It's soooo bad.

Myself and others have vowed to never drink that much again, because several gallons of alcohol is bad for you. Logic would dictate that we will follow our vow and hangovers and the like will forever be a thing of the past. Reality will likely pay logic a little visit, kick its ass, and leave it for dead in a back alley frequented by drug dealers, pimps, and whores, because reality says we have not learned our lesson. Once the hangover passes, we will forget it ever happened. And when the next party occurs, people such as myself (legendary partier, Jackington Viego) must keep up with appearances. In every day life, I am a funny man. But when I'm influenced by the influence I'm damn hilarious and I take comedy to a whole new level never before witnessed by man. If you don't find me funny now, you will find me funny then. You will be laughing, not just at me, but with me. Because I am hilarious. I must make my body hate me in order to entertain the masses. The things I do for you people.